My Plexus Journey: Week Three

I cannot believe I have been on Plexus for nearly a month. I don’t feel like there is much new to report this week, but I am increasingly thankful for the products I am taking. Yesterday I had my monthly checkup at the Birth Center. My lab work was perfect and baby brother has a strong heart beat. He’s low and active just like his sisters were. At my last appointment the midwife was worried about my weight gain, since my pre-pregnancy weight was not quite in the desired range. I think that’s how it was kindly put. Oye. That’s always fun to hear. Well praise the Lord they were quite pleased. Five pounds in twenty-three weeks. I was thrilled to bits and truly feel good. Thanks Plexus!

Some gals seem to thrive when pregnant. They love everything about it. They feel attractive and they literally do glow. I love pregnancy for the end result, but I’ve never been one who loves being pregnant. There’s so much crazy that goes with it. Odd hormonal changes. Random swelling. Nausea. Upchucking. The belly is just out there. Random comments from strangers. Lots of blood work, and the end hurts like a beast. I’m not even going to touch on the postpartum thing. Its glories might be enough for me to wish I could be pregnant an extra month if it meant that nonsense would go away. 

God is so gracious though. He is a master of design and distraction. For many women pregnancy is difficult. For many women getting to pregnancy is hard. If someone gave you a personalized list of all that was going to happen to you during pregnancy and labor, you probably wouldn’t say “I’m lovin’ it” like you’re at McDonalds. The reality is more like Nike: “just do it.” What does God do though? When you hold your child for the first time, whether it is your first or your fourth, everything rough that had happened during labor or pregnancy melts away. You forget. You are distracted by this little miracle.

Though I am currently thinking about the end of this pregnancy, knowing baby has to have an exit route, I can be joyous in incredible anticipation. At the end of the day I will get to hold my son. Everything will have been worth it and his daddy and I will bask in awe of him.

As per usual, this post has taken a turn I wasn’t expecting. I was simply meaning to update y’all on my Plexus journey, but something else happened. I’ll try to circle the wagon and pull this together. A lot has me thankful. Whenever days are rough I make thankfulness lists and am quickly reminded of how good I have it. These lists quickly lead me to worshipping the goodness of our God. This week I truly am thankful for this growing peanut inside me. I guess he’s actually a grapefruit according to the Bump. I am thankful that I feel energized this pregnancy. I am thankful that has come in the form of a company I never thought would be part of my life. There are so many people who struggle with things day in and day out. We are often tricked into thinking they are just part of life. For me fatigue and my weight were like that. They were battles I felt too overwhelmed to fight. If this sounds like you please reach out. They don’t have to be and you definitely don’t have to battle them alone.

You know where to find me. Here on the blog, my Facebook page, or my Plexus Page.   

It’s Friday y’all! Add that to your thankfulness list!

It’s Not You … It’s a Bit You … 

There’s a movie called Ghost Town. The title makes your mind wander to a genre of which it is not a part, but it’s a quirky romantic comedy of sorts. Ricky Gervais plays a dentist who dislikes people and avoids interaction at any cost. The first view is rather painful. Its sort of like watching a Mr. Bean episode for the first time. It’s much more enjoyable the second go round and will likely become a treasure for you. Don’t worry your blood pressure will eventually drop back into the normal range.

It’s not a movie on which to base your theology, but it is a sweet lesson in forgiveness and making people matter. I won’t summarize the whole movie or give anything away but there’s a scene in it where Ricky’s character (Dr. Pincus) is in his apartment lobby and keeps sneezing (if you watch it you’ll know why). He’s had a rattling day with people and his doorman keeps saying “bless you.” By the third or fourth sneeze he’s tired of being told “bless you” and says this gem of a line:

“Stop it … If I sneeze again, I’ll assume … Thank you. Just … I’m not very well. It’s not you. It’s a bit you.”

“It’s not you. It’s a bit you.” This line has been making me giggle all week. During finals I told my husband that I thought our girls were tired of me. I always feel this way at the end of each semester. They miss their daddy, and we’re all about to crawl out of our skin. He replied: 

“Are you sure you’re not tired of them?”

It sounded so wretched out loud but I did need some space. Nothing grand just some alone time, OUTSIDE our apartment walls, to write and regroup and drink coffee. My friend Noel and I have often talked about how us moms are seldom content in this arena. We want alone time but often find ourselves missing our children when we get it. When Matt watched the girls this past week, so I could leave, I spent the first ten minutes at Starbucks looking at pictures of them. It had been a wretched day. I had wanted to lock myself in the bathroom … and maybe did for a few minutes. Once the dust settled however, I missed them. I wondered how their bath time went. I wondered if they were good for their daddy and cooperated when he brushed their teeth. I missed snuggles and that lovely post bath lavender smell. I pictured my husband tucking them into bed and wished I could have been a fly on the wall.  

I think this is one of the many blessings the Lord gives. There are days and seasons that are so rough, but when little feet have stopped running about the house for the night, my outlook always changes. The love I have for them refills and overflows even more than before. I am so thankful for this. I am thankful for my children. I am thankful for my job, even though is often unglamorous and thankless. When I peek in on our girls at the end of the night my momma heart is full. I know what I do matters to the Lord and to my family, but its easy to lose perspective. I am thankful for a husband who knows I need out of the house, and who steps up to make that happen. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. 

Happy Wednesdaying Y’all!

If you need a movie that is different from other typical romantic comedies, and has a warm heart, give Ghost Town a whirl. There are several scenes that are just priceless. Movie Note: This is not a film for children. There are two unnecessary F-words, as well as a couple inapropriate thematice conversations. See Plugged In’s review of it here for a broader understanding of what I mean.